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(230916) our soobie boobie

thinking about soobin’s big strong thighs and how fun it would be to leave hickies on his thighs knowing he has to wear shorts for a broadcast 🤭

soobin's size kink but with a slight twist~ he gets turned on by being overpowered by someone smaller than him, he's obsessed with the way you can get him down on his knees the way your smaller frame hovers over his and the way your hand can barely wrap around his thick cock as you forcibly jerk him off until he's near tears and shooting blanks, mind fuzzy and hips twitching, drool pooling out of the side of his mouth bc he's so fucked out but he wants more, he wants more and more from his sweet little goddess <3

SOOBIN x AKMU 'Love Lee' challenge when?

lesbian gf soobin who waits for you to come home every day :( humping pillows to get off bc it reminds her of the one time she came on your boob <3

OGUH,, I LOVE THIS

your pathetic subby gf soobin who's much too horny to wait for you to get home so she can cum. she's so needy and you know just how to mess with her. she's sent text after text telling you how much she wants you with nudes attached and all, desperate for your attention and what do you do?

leave her on seen.

she knows you're doing this to mess with her and that she's in for a big punishment once you get home, but she just can't wait any longer. she needs something, anything to feel good

it doesn't take much. she sits with one of her big fluffy pillows between her thighs and humps, hips rolling against the fabric as the cotton grinds against her throbbing clit.

soobin has a flashback to when you used your tits to get her off, rubbing them against her wet, throbbing pussy as a way to tease her. the muscle memory of your nipple sliding against her clit is enough to get soobin to speed up her pace on her pillow, grinding against it harder. she squirted all over your tits that night, and she wants you to do that to her again, and again and again.

she's your dirty girl, your impatient little slut who can't even wait for mommy to get home.

speaking of mommy... you come home to quite the surprise.

"m-mommy!" soobin stammers as she meets eyes with you, pillow still wedged between her thighs.

you lean against the door frame with your arms crossed.

"hi binnie," you say with a smile, your tone soft but disguising something dark. "couldn't wait for mommy to get home?"

soobin shakes her head, "i needed mommy all day, and you were..." she trails off, but you want to know what's on her mind.

"mommy was what, baby? tell me."

"mommy was such a meanie today," soobin admits, tearing up. "you didn't pay me any attention... i thought mommy hated me."

"oh, baby," you coo. "i could never hate my little binnie baby. mommy was mean, you're right. i wanted to see how you'd react, and it looks like i really tested your patience today, hm?"

soobin nods with a pout and you go to comfort her, kissing her forehead and cradling her cheek.

"get rid of that pillow. come ride mommy's thigh instead."

i want soobin to palm my head like a basketball and pick me up like a crane in those crane game machines

hiiii i love love love loveeeeee your soobin fics <3333 do you think you could write something about him having a size kink but with chubby!reader?

too tempting ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 최수빈 choi soobin

♡ content warning! fem!reader, chubby reader, size kink, body worship, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex. please do not interact if a minor.

♡ thank you so much! i hope you enjoy 💕 requests are currently open!

“s-soobin!” you gasp when his hand slips up your shirt. he tugs down your bra to expose your soft breasts and his long arms wrap around your plush body as he pulls you into his lap. “i can’t help it, you’re too tempting.” soobin sighs as he feels the weight of your body in his lap. he loves how soft you are. the way your breasts jiggle and body sways with every movement.

your love handles fit perfectly into his hands, your thick thighs irresistible. gently caressing your heavy breasts and fingering your sensitive nipples while he explores your soft body with his free hand. his erection stiffens against your plush behind as he feels your body in his hands. “i need you so badly,” soobin murmurs, “i can’t hold back anymore.” “please, soobin,” you moan when he pulls up your shirt to expose your soft body, “need you too.”

“feels so good!” you gasp and cling to his soft hair tighter, thick thighs clenching around his head. soobin loudly groans against your soaked pussy, his head buried between your big thighs while he kisses your pussy. his hands on your life handles and kneeled in front of your beautiful body spread over the couch. soobin lewdly slurps your arousal, moaning loudly when your thighs tighten around his head. his hands rub your love handles and plush stomach with desire. like a starved man soobin eats you out with more rigor and pleasure. he’s absolutely starved for your body. your moans of his name are heavenly to his ears even if they’re muffled by the expanse of your thighs when you cum on his face to his command. “i love you so much.” soobin breathes and spreads your thick legs wider before hooking them over his shoulders. “let me make love to you?” he begs, his gaze clouded with love. “please, soobin, i want you to fill me up,” you moan.

“god…” he audibly groans at the sight of your thighs jiggling against his arms when he thrusts into your wet pussy. your big breasts and stomach bouncing with his movements have him salivating. soobin loves how beautiful your body is, how lovely your reactions are to his love. his cum hot in your pussy when he leans down to place endless kisses to worship your body over your skin. unable to hold himself back, his hips read back again to fill you up with his cum. again and again, he loves to show you how much you drive him insane with lust for your beauty.

warning: !!smut mdni!!, perv barista soob x chubby cis fem reader, mentions of cum on face

barista!soob who adores the way chubby!readers love handles look like when she ties the apron on a little too tight.. loving the way her tits are so noticeable because of it too.. looks at her ass every time she leans down to grab something from the bottom shelf.. looks at the way shes in concentration while steaming her milk,,, and when the pressure of the whip cream gets a little too high.. spraying her in the face instead of the cup.. soobin rushes to the restroom, covering his erection because damn did he almost moan at the sight of a cum-like substance on your face

warnings: sub!soobin, pegging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, idol!soobin

thinking about pegging sub!soobin after the last concert of the tour, emotions running so high and he's already so teary and your poor baby just needs to be taken care of, favorite strap fucking him so nice and deep, just how he likes it, and oh, how you just love the pathetic little whimpers that leave his heart-shaped lips when you lick his tears away, baby crying on mommy's cock :(( loves how you take such good care of him and makes sure you know it, crying in your ear about how much he loves you, loves your strap too, can you cuddle him after as well? :((

i need to tell you—idol!soobin x gn!reader | besties pining after each other, right person/wrong time, angst.

cw. angst, suggestive but not smutty, kissing, swearing, i think its a gn!reader? pls lmk if it's not and i'll fix it, reader is from LA and is a performer, reader had feelings while in a relationship but never cheated, mentions of a breakup, kinda implied it was a shitty relationship, lmk if there's anything else. notes. please lmk if there's anything that isn't gn! wc. 2.8K

I never thought this last night with you would happen—I’d known for months you’d be going on a three-month long tour soon, but I didn’t want to believe it. You’d fly in from LA, we’d hang out, play video games, and hide our feelings from each other. Then you’d go back to California, we’d text and call as much as we could, you’d come back, and it would all start over. 

But not seeing my best friend for three months, if not longer, sounds terrible. I take all of you in—your chin resting on your knees that are pulled to your chest, the city lights flickering across your face, the shape of your nose, you look stunning as ever. Your lips are squished by your knee pressing up on your chin and god, I wanna kiss you so fucking bad. 

There’s nothing better than being on tour, but part of me wants you here with me forever. 

But I can’t tell you any of this. Our feelings are undeniable but they need to stay a secret. You’re in a relationship—albeit a dead relationship, but a relationship nonetheless. More importantly, though, you’ll be leaving for three months tomorrow morning. We can’t start something now. 

Or maybe it’s the perfect time to start something. It would be the perfect way to say goodbye. Then again, I don’t wanna add stress to your already stressful tour. You get anxious so easily. Maybe it won’t be that long. 

“When do you think you’ll be back in Seoul?”

You blink out of your thoughts and say, “My last show is in Seoul actually, so…late October, early November.” I nod, taking another sip of my soju. “I don’t know how long I’ll stay though.” You shrug, leaning back on your hands. Turning away from me, you say, “I’m gonna miss you.”

Looking over at you, please just look me in the eyes. I want to see your beautiful eyes as much as I can before you leave. I wanna see you look at me the way you do before you say goodbye—a glint of hope and longing. I need to tell you— 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” That’ll have to do for now. Surely I’m being overly dramatic about all this. I don’t know. You look at me, but glance down as soon as our gazes meet. 

“You’ve become, like, my best friend out here.” 

Another reason why I can’t tell you my feelings. I can’t…I can’t do that to you. You need a friend out here. And if you don’t feel the same way about me—even if I think you do—you’d never talk to me again. And then you’d have no one out here. 

“You’re one of my best friends too,” I add. 

“Ah,” you scoff. “I got hit with the ‘one of’.” I chuckle with you, running my fingers through my hair as you stand to your feet. “I think I should go.”

No. You can’t. I need to tell you—

Standing up to join you, I’m only a few inches from you. I reach for your hand, but you pull it away to adjust your jacket sleeve. 

“Are you sure you wanna go?”

“On my tour?” Your eyes finally meet mine, like are you crazy? And yeah, I kinda am. “Yeah, I think I should go still,” you chuckle. 

“No, I mean,” I start. “Are you sure you wanna leave right now?”

“Oh.” You sigh, looking down at the cars driving down the street, watching the train that we spent hours on go by, watching the lights of the agency building flash. “I need to.” But you don’t want to. “My flight leaves in six hours and I haven’t even started packing.”

“Let me drive you to your hotel?” Please. 

Reluctantly agreeing, we drive in a devastating silence, like we both have the same thing on our minds. And that we both know we have the same thing on our minds. 

Arriving at your hotel, I pull up to the drop-off driveway and you start to hop out. No. Don’t go yet. I need to tell you— 

“Why don’t you park and walk me upstairs?”

I have no idea where this is going, all I know is I’m walking next to you down this hallway with my hands shoved in my pockets while your arms are crossed. Standing in the doorway, you lean back against the door, fiddling with your thumbs, refusing to look at me or open the door. 

Working up the courage, you look up and say, “I’ll see you soon, yeah?” I nod before we say our final goodbyes. The door shuts behind you slowly. No. Not yet. I need to tell you—

Walking away defeated, I hear a door behind me open, but I keep my eyes on the ground. A quiet “Soobin?” comes from behind me. I turn, welcomed by you pulling me into a hug. Your arms wrap around my neck and mine around your waist for what feels like forever. But it’s not enough. No. Don’t pull away yet. I need to tell you— 

Looking in my eyes, you bite your lips as you shift your weight. I can't help but think you’re about to say exactly what I want to hear right now. “Thanks for being such a good friend.” 

Letting out a soft laugh, I smile and say, “No worries.” You wave at me and turn back toward the door before I say your name. Turning back, you wait for me to say something while your hand rests on the handle. Please. Don’t go yet. I need to tell you— “I, uh…” I need to tell you. But I can’t. “Good luck.” 

“One more hug?” Oh, thank god. I nod, managing to keep my excitement from being too obvious. Your arms wrap around my shoulders again while mine fall around your waist, you face digging into my neck. I breathe you in, wishing I could just kiss you already. Pulling apart, you don’t move your arms away. You look in my eyes like you want to say something more. But you don’t know what. Or if you should. “You know,” you start. “I, uh…I wouldn’t be mad if…”

“If…?” 

“Are you gonna kiss me or am I gonna have to—“

That’s all I need. My lips crash into yours. It’s slow. And sweet. Your lips are soft, made kissable by that chapstick you’re always making me carry in my pocket. My hand is on your cheek as you smile against my lips and I lean into the kiss to deepen it. Breaking the kiss, you laugh out loud, your head falling back before you look up at me again. You’re so close to me. 

“For fuck’s sake—I’ve been trying to get you to kiss me all night,” you say. 

“What! No you haven’t.”

“We’ll, maybe I’m not the best at sending signals…” My lips find yours again, but only briefly. “Spend the night?” My eyebrows raise. I don’t know if I should—starting something like that right now is a little risky. And it would make saying goodbye that much harder. 

“Don’t you have to leave for the airport in, like, four hours?”

“Eh,” you shrug. “Yeah, I guess so, but I’d like it if you stayed.” You smile— “We don’t have to, like, do anything. I just wanna…” you take a deep breath, “spend more time with you. Wanna say goodbye in the morning, not right now, you know?” 

I let go of her, backing away. “I dunno if I should…”

“Oh.” You drop your arms to your sides. “Okay. Yeah.” Crossing your arms, you nod softly and bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I want to but,” I sigh. “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea tonight.” 

“I-I just meant hang out,” you shrug. “I’m gonna be packing most of the time anyway. I mean, you definitely don’t have to,” you say. “Just thought you might want to.” 

I keep repeating to myself you’re in a relationship. You’re in a relationship. You’re in a relationship. We already kissed—what’s the harm in spending the night without sleeping together? No. I don’t want us to start like this. 

“I think I should go,” I say, saying our final awkward goodbyes. I’m walking away, but I know you’re still standing there, leaning up against the doorframe. Hope is trying to bubble up as I wait for you to call out my name again. But I’ve told you no. So I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I would do the same. Although I just wish—

“I broke up with them.”

“What?” I turn to face you, chewing on your thumbnail as you slowly smile at me before giving me a nod. That’s it. 

Rushing back to you, I hold your face in my hand before kissing you again. We breathe each other in, arms wrapped around each other. 

“Are you being serious?” I ask you through my deep breaths. Biting your lip, you nod with a smirk. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I dunno, I’m sorry,” you start. “I guess I just—I guess I was embarrassed that it took so long,” she says. “And I didn’t want you to think I broke up with them for you. I broke up with them—”

“For you,” I say. You look up at me, mumbling a soft yeah before I say, “It’s okay,” I chuckle, peppering your face and neck with kisses while you giggle and scrunch your shoulders. “God, I’ve been wanting– to tell you–“ I say in between kisses. “For so long– that I have the biggest– crush on you.” 

“I know you do,” you laugh. “I have the biggest crush on you too.”

“Seriously?” You nod and I don’t let up with the peppering of your face with my lips. 

“Okay, okay—“ you say. “Lemme get the door open.” Laughing, you reach in your back pocket for the key, waiting for the buzz and the green light. As we stumble through, we kiss again, both of us in each other’s trance. The room’s spinning, I feel like I’m floating. Our hands roam everywhere. Mine settle on your backside to squeeze while you hum against my lips. Fuck. 

“You know,” I say in between kisses. “I know you said we didn’t have to do anything but I wouldn’t mind—“ 

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely having sex tonight.”

“Okay, good,” I laugh, picking you up by your waist to walk you to the bed. Sitting down, you straddle my waist—always smiling, giggling, being sweet. “You sure?”

“Ah, you’re so sweet,” you say, holding my face in your hands. “Here is me giving consent, yeah?” I nod. “Soobin, yes, I want you to fuck me.” Smiling into a kiss, you break it before saying, “Your turn.”

I say your name confidently, swiping a thumb across the apple of your cheek. “Yes, I wanna fuck you.” 

“Oh shit,” you say, your expression drops. “This is really happening.” My eyebrows stitch together; do you not want to— “I mean, you’re really here,” you say, looking over my face, squishing my cheeks to make my lips pucker. “You’re like…real.” 

“Are you okay?” I ask through my pouty lips. Groaning, you lift off me to plop down on your back, rubbing your forehead with your fingertips.

“Fuck, I dunno.”

“Um,”  I start, resting my hand on your thigh. “It’s okay. We don’t have to,” I say, watching for your reaction. Even if you do want to, there's a voice in the back of my head screaming at me Don’t do this! It’s not the right time! But there’s another part screaming Remember how long you’ve wanted to be with her!? You sit up, sitting criss-cross while you fiddle with the hem of your jeans.

Looking up, you look into my eyes, trying your hardest to put together the words you want to say but don't know how. But I know what you mean. “Soobin…I’m so sorry.” 

Shaking my head, I say, “No, no it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize.” 

“I just don’t think right now is a great time to…y’know, start something like this.” Well, at least it sounds like it would’ve started something, not just end with us having sex. “I just think,” you start, reaching to run your fingers through my hair. “It would make saying goodbye harder.” 

It would be the perfect way to say goodbye too though, no? 

“Yeah, you’re right.” I smile. And you are. I can’t imagine how shitty it would be tomorrow morning waking up next to you knowing I can’t see you for three months. Or even worse—you’ve already left and didn’t wake me up to say goodbye. “Let’s not—”

“I do want to though,” you sigh. “Just not right now,” you say, biting your cheek while playing with the bedsheets. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, like, get your hopes up, I dunno.” 

“Hey, listen,” I say, reaching for your hands. “I was happy when you came out of your room to give me a hug but kissing you…” I hold your face in my hands. “That was—do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” You shake your head. “I honestly couldn’t tell you either. I don’t remember a time before wanting to kiss you.” Tilting your head, you smile up at me shyly. “But we shouldn’t do anything unless both of us are ready, okay?”

Nodding, you say, “Yeah, okay.”

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes please,” you say. “If you’re comfortable with that?”

“I’ll tell you what…I’ll stay if you let me kiss you again,” I say. “If not…well, then I’ll still stay but you’ll be left kissless.”

“I can’t be left kissless, can I?” You joke, wrapping your arms around your shoulders, pulling me closer. Our lips meet again and it’s just as nice as the first time around. You’re so…perfect is the only way I know how to describe you. We’re trying, trying to tell each other what we want to say. And I think we can both hear it. But not saying it out loud is a pain I don’t know if I can bear. I can feel you start to pull apart, but I can’t yet. This can’t end. 

We hesitantly pull apart and you look at me, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. You’re absolutely fine. I promise.” But I know you’re not apologizing for not sleeping with me. You know you wouldn’t need to apologize for that. I know what you’re truly sorry for. And I’m sorry for it too. 

Tears start to pool in your eyes. Everything is a bit…much for you right now. You know you’re hurting me, you know you’re hurting yourself, but there’s nothing we can do about it. It’s simply not the right time. You need to focus on work and you need a friend while you’re gone. You don’t need to be dealing with a brand new relationship. I get it. I’m in the same boat as you are. 

“Hey…” I hold your face with one hand. “Dance with me?” 

Sniffling, you nod while I let go to turn music on my phone. A song I know you love—Unforgettable by Nat King Cole. 

“Ugh,” you say, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “You’re too sweet.” Wrapping around each other, this is the closest we’ve ever been. Your arms are around my waist as you cuddle into me, mine are around your shoulders, one of my hands on the back of your head. Your sniffles rattle me inside and out. Our hearts beat against each other as we sway, your cheek against my chest as I place gentle kisses to your forehead.

This song is saying everything we want to but can’t. Except for that one thing. Those three words that are being repeated in our heads over and over.  We both want to, need to say it, but we can’t. Now’s not the right time. 

Right now, though, this is perfect. You in my arms, moving to the music with me. And it all feels right, despite that one thing that’s missing. Our lips pull at each other like magnets until they’re pressed together gently and softly. I graze my thumb over your tear-stained cheek and you smile subtly against my lips. Your sniffles are dying down, but they’re still there. They’re still breaking my heart. 

Breaking the kiss, you look up at me and your lips part to say something—I know exactly what you want to say, but I shake my head. This isn't the right time. Closing your mouth, you keep looking at me, taking deep breaths before laying on my chest again. 

Your sniffles start to pick up again—more sporadic, uneven. A tear falls onto my neck and—god, I don’t know if I can handle this. 

“I do though.”

Your voice is strained and devastating. I absolutely hate hearing you like this. I can’t even bring myself to try to look at your face. My heart’s already broken. But seeing your face right now…it’d shatter it into a million pieces and would never be mendable. 

“I know,” I say, kissing your temple. “I do too.”